Happy Is The Bride That The Sun

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.